It is that season again - one that stalks the long shadows up side walks and weaves infamous fog around the city to curl up in.
It is the perfect time for the October Poetry Project
31 Poems will be harvested over the next 31 days
my words - unedited, sometimes rushed, often forced and just maybe
if the muse is kind
beautiful
Join me on my poetic exploration of all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:
nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect
(Feedback is welcome, kindness is appreciated)
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